More Will The Wind Must It Find Poem by James McLain

As have men do and women to
water begins to rise.
Where once man lived driven back
there it is damp-moist and wet.
Buried deep beneath the dry sand
unchecked the water it finds.

All that once was and all that still is
none here today lived to see.
When the air that you breath becomes
some thing else
then some thing else you will be.

So you hasten the end by using it up
whom brings a child into this?
Bearing children to die-die useless
deaths
you-you and you why would you
give them this
never having been more now their less.

Here where the wind is so moist
with heavy strong strange smells
smells that you taste and lights
in your head
lights in your head that blink out.